Sing now of the Aśvins' miraculous rescues and healings, for they are countless and beyond the understanding of those who have not witnessed them! In the days of old, they came to the aid of Bhujyu, who had been cast into the sea and was being borne down into the depths. The Aśvins reached down into those terrible waters and drew him up, safe and unharmed, setting him upon the shore as if he had merely been sleeping.

They came to Atri when he was trapped within a great fire and the flames consumed all around him. The Aśvins descended through the flames and carried him safely out, his body unmarked, his life restored. They came to Ghṛtācī when age had withered her and made her unrecognizable, and they renewed her, returning the bloom to her cheeks and the light to her eyes.

Consider Śyāva, whom the Aśvins healed when his limbs were paralyzed and he could not move. They spoke the sacred words, touched his body with healing hands, and he arose and walked as though his affliction had never been. Consider Kapota, whom they restored to youth and strength when the years had bent his back and clouded his mind.

The Aśvins came to Cakṣus when he had been blinded by misfortune, and they gave him back his sight. He beheld once more the beauty of the sky, the faces of his loved ones, the work of his hands. To Vaśā they restored the voice that had been lost through sorrow. To Vayā they gave back the power of his limbs when disease had rendered him helpless.

These are but a few of their deeds, for they are far too numerous to recount. In every age, in every land, the Aśvins come to those who invoke them with sincere hearts. They do not judge whether the sufferer is rich or poor, great or humble. They ask only that the cry be genuine, that the need be true. Then do they come swiftly, and healing followeth in their wake.